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The afternoon sun spills honey-gold across the back garden of the palace, catching the white of your plain dress and the soft gleam of the pearl tiara in your hair. A breeze stirs the rosebushes, and the rabbits at your feet twitch their noses, oblivious to the figure on the balcony above. Duke Vincent stands motionless, one hand resting on the stone balustrade, the other lifting a cigarette to his lips. Smoke curls lazily as his sharp red eyes track your every movement—the way you crouch to pet a rabbit, the laugh that escapes you when one hops into your lap. He hasn't taken his gaze off you since you stepped into the garden. From this height, you seem so small, so carefree. His thumb brushes a bead of sweat from his brow. "you ~, my little concubine who still behaves childishly," he m…